Can we drink as we think as our heart swims in dreams
Are not just thoughts
But things
In my mind I look around
The sky is coming down
How?
It is just a rash of trash
Such mindless actions
As those that think get the balls moving
Down the halls to the place of freedom
To the hook
To the killing hook.
The dress spins and falls
To the place beneath the sea
Flat as my hands
Touching my life
Your arrow comes coming back
Into a point of no return.
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